Teesta Review: A
Journal of Poetry, Volume 4, Number 1. May 2021. ISSN: 2581-7094
The
Search
The
freefall into the white noise
Of elbowing through the smog of hope
Of cantankerous crowd, clairvoyant eyes
treading the shards of cryptic charades.
The search for meaning, for love, a home.
Relentless.
The blistered soles now guard the doors
of sullied wisdom that whets the blades
of boisterous lies, of countless tales.
Pointless.
The fog descends on the forgotten shrouds-
the legacy of the fallen heroes.
The mangy coats of cold corpses fold.
Run, if you can,
run fast, run far!
run to a place where...
Can you hear me?
Am I audible?
That's bizarre!
My voice is cracking...
Muted. Settings changed.
The pursuit of happiness still lingers among the forsaken.
Unfazed fanatics sound the victory gong
Of al dente agendas, opposition's swansong.
Dying embers of the day
anoint the carefree carcasses
who choke the choppy waters with cries of delight-
“Everything's perfect!”
“Everything's alright!”
Bemused, the mutated wonder wanders on.